Page 31 of Surprise Me Tonight
Just fire. Building.
Waiting.
She doesn’t speak.
But her eyes say everything.
I move in, closing the space between us, hand brushing her waist, then the side of her neck — soft skin, flushed and warm. Her breath catches, and that’s all I need.
I kiss her.
No hesitation this time. No second-guessing.
She makes a sound against my mouth — a half gasp, half moan — and it shoots straight through me.
Her fingers clutch at my shirt, anchoring herself. My hands are on her hips, pressing her back against the wall.She’s all curves and softness, and I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want her right now.
I can feel the heat radiating off her skin as I press my body against hers, my hands roaming over the curves of her hips, pulling her closer. The office is silent, save for the sound of our heavy breathing and the soft electronic humming of my laptop. It’s just us now—Callum and Stella, two people who’ve crossed a line we can’t uncross. But right now, I don’t care about the consequences. All I care about is her.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp against her lips, my voice rough with need. I can taste her sweetness, feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. Her body flush against me, her breasts soft against my chest, her legs slightly parted as if inviting me in. The scent of her perfume, something lemony and intoxicating, fills my senses, making my head spin.
She breathes in, shaky, her eyes fluttering closed. “Don’t,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. It’s a plea, but it’s also a challenge. I can see the conflict in her—the desire warring with the fear of what this means. But I’m not giving her an out. Not today.
“Stella,” I say, my tone low and commanding. I need her to look at me, to see what she’s doing to me. To see how much I want her.
She opens her eyes, and there’s fire in them now. It’s a look I’ve never seen before—raw, unfiltered desire. Her lips part slightly. “Please… don’t stop,” she says again, but this time it’s not a plea. It’s a surrender.
So I don’t.
My fingers trace the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, guiding her back toward the desk. She leans intome, breathless and trembling, her body so full of want it makes my blood roar. Her hair falls over her shoulder, and I tuck it behind her ear, my thumb brushing her cheek. She shivers at the touch, before she looks at me, her gaze hungry.
When she reaches the edge of the desk, I brace her there, my hands on her hips, holding her steady. Her hands go behind her, gripping the edge of the desk for balance. My body is between her legs, and I can feel the heat of her through my trousers. It’s intoxicating, this proximity, this tension.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Do you know what you do to me?”
She doesn’t answer, but her breath hitches, and her body arches slightly toward me. I take that as a yes.
I step closer, my thighs pressing against hers, and I can feel her tremble. “Spread your legs wider,” I command, my voice firm but gentle. “I want to feel you against me.”
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flicking to mine, searching for reassurance. I give her a small smile, and she nods, her legs parting further. The movement is subtle, but it’s enough. I can feel her now, her softness pressing against my hardness, and it sends a jolt of desire straight through me. She rubs her crotch against my cock.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my hands sliding down to her thighs, squeezing gently. “You’re doing so well.”
Her lips part, and she bites down on her bottom one, her eyes fluttering closed. She’s so responsive, so eager to please, and it’s driving me wild. I lean in, my lips brushing her neck, my breath hot against her skin. “Do you like this, Stella?” I ask, my voice a low growl. “Do youlike being here with me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “I do.”
I smile against her skin, my hands moving higher, cupping her ass. “These trousers,” I mutter, my voice thick with desire. “They’re going to be the death of me.”
She laughs, a soft, breathy sound, and it’s music to my ears. “Take them off, then,” she replies, her voice teasing.
I don’t need to be told twice. My fingers find the zip, and I pull them down slowly, the sound of it echoing in the quiet office. The fabric parts, and I slide my hands inside, my fingers brushing the bare skin of her waist. She shivers again, her head falling back as she exposes her neck to me.
“Callum,” she whispers, her voice pleading.
I don’t respond with words. Instead, I slide her trousers over her hips, letting it pool at her feet. She’s wearing black lace underwear, and the sight of it makes my mouth go dry. I can’t resist running my hands up and down her legs, feeling the smoothness of her skin.
“Step out of it,” I command, my voice hoarse as I kneel in front of her, pushing her socks down to take them off together with her sensible shoes.
